just a few quick thoughts before visiting with lola, the bunny.
1. yesterday, instead of knocking on our door and introducing themselves and letting us know we have bees in our sidewalk, our neighbors down the street decided to fashion together a little sign, warning the neighborhood of our bee issue.
seriously?
2. convinced the husband i needed a classy, yet subtly sexy LBD. he agreed. i now own this little number:
it's seriously tighter on me because i decided to buy the size i was before my wedding. unfortunately i have gained weight since the wedding, not much, but enough so that i'm getting annoyed about dress sizes that barely zip closed. it's a sort of sexy, slinky dress when its very tight, which i like. i also managed to convince him i needed a pair of peep-toe black pumps. white house/black market knows what they're doing when they offer to get you a pair of heels in your size while you're trying on dresses.
3. here's a story of my ankle injuries:
- in high school, rolled my ankle, was told i fractured a bone, eventually was told i just separated an accessory bone from the others and tore some tendons.
- also in high school, discovered at least 3 stress fractures i was unaware of in my other foot (oops) and received quite a few cortizone shots for it, as well as some quality time spent in p.t., not uncommon for athletes at all.
- in college, i fractured a bone in my other foot.
- that bone never heeled. it was determined i had osteopenia (i hate milk). then it was determined that i had RSD- reflexive sympathetic dystrophy, a nerve disease, basically. (look it up if you have questions)
- now i'm on my honeymoon, celebrating the 4th of july with a giant mai tai, and margaritas to-go. the night involved: stargazing (celebs and real ones) in sobe, watching the fireworks on the beach, shopping at 10pm and buying dresses (love the dress. somehow its really big on me, though), and falling off my 4 inch heels-with about an inch of a platform on them.
came home from the honeymoon with a very sore ankle #1, realizing i had separated the bones again. if i ever want to complain about my foot hurting, all i have to do is show people the bone that juts out from the side of my foot and they wince away, which is nice to have some evidence of an injury, i guess.
anyway, this all leads me back to the fact that i can't go for ridiculously long power walks anymore with my mom until my foot can be rehabbed enough so that i can make it 2 blocks after spending the day in heels, which it currently cannot do. i did get an x-ray with the only podiatrist in cleveland, apparently, that had an open appointment. he told me he'd like to put me in a cast, but since i drove to the clinic that day to see him, he wasn't going to make me have a cast (thank goodness- after 4 months on crutches while the RSD shit was going down, i probably would have gone crazy). the remedy is just some ibprofen, stretches that my husband makes me do (exercise scientist that he is), and a beer if it gets to be too much (my own idea). the heels every day probably don't help, but i wore a crazy brace for about 2 weeks afterwards and i'm just finished with the flip flops, plus i refuse to buy flats.
so, i have gained weight. i blame it on the lack of the power walks, but perhaps i should cool it with the mint milano cookies, or at least cut back for now...
- in high school, rolled my ankle, was told i fractured a bone, eventually was told i just separated an accessory bone from the others and tore some tendons.
- also in high school, discovered at least 3 stress fractures i was unaware of in my other foot (oops) and received quite a few cortizone shots for it, as well as some quality time spent in p.t., not uncommon for athletes at all.
- in college, i fractured a bone in my other foot.
- that bone never heeled. it was determined i had osteopenia (i hate milk). then it was determined that i had RSD- reflexive sympathetic dystrophy, a nerve disease, basically. (look it up if you have questions)
- now i'm on my honeymoon, celebrating the 4th of july with a giant mai tai, and margaritas to-go. the night involved: stargazing (celebs and real ones) in sobe, watching the fireworks on the beach, shopping at 10pm and buying dresses (love the dress. somehow its really big on me, though), and falling off my 4 inch heels-with about an inch of a platform on them.
came home from the honeymoon with a very sore ankle #1, realizing i had separated the bones again. if i ever want to complain about my foot hurting, all i have to do is show people the bone that juts out from the side of my foot and they wince away, which is nice to have some evidence of an injury, i guess.
anyway, this all leads me back to the fact that i can't go for ridiculously long power walks anymore with my mom until my foot can be rehabbed enough so that i can make it 2 blocks after spending the day in heels, which it currently cannot do. i did get an x-ray with the only podiatrist in cleveland, apparently, that had an open appointment. he told me he'd like to put me in a cast, but since i drove to the clinic that day to see him, he wasn't going to make me have a cast (thank goodness- after 4 months on crutches while the RSD shit was going down, i probably would have gone crazy). the remedy is just some ibprofen, stretches that my husband makes me do (exercise scientist that he is), and a beer if it gets to be too much (my own idea). the heels every day probably don't help, but i wore a crazy brace for about 2 weeks afterwards and i'm just finished with the flip flops, plus i refuse to buy flats.
so, i have gained weight. i blame it on the lack of the power walks, but perhaps i should cool it with the mint milano cookies, or at least cut back for now...
long saga, right? i guess not too bad, i'm sure the girl who inspired me to publish this blog (one of my bests and a former gymnast) would have stories upon stories of injuries suffered on various apparatuses in the gym. :)
4. i went to the library today to pick up some manuals on learning adobe indesign, which i recently was able to acquire. it involved some covert operations on the part of a teacher id, license, and pay stub in order for me to get it at the teacher discount, but it's a very cool program, and definitely something i want to learn and master. i love photoshop. i don't know all the tricks (who does, though, right?), but i think i know enough so that i can move past the blurring layers together trick and start to really consider the design of it all. i want to be able to tap into patterns, fonts, colors, images and be able to put them together in a unique and totally memorable way. i also really, really want to know how to get quality images and vector masks, or how to make patterns and designs. isn't it funny where your passions take you? i just wish it were easier to be more flexible in school, or in going back to school.
when i was 18 i had no idea what the hell i wanted to do. teaching was fine, it was a new and challenging experience, but how was i to know that i liked design? and how am i supposed to learn new passions now? it's such a shame education is wasted on people so young. i wish i could have been thrown out into the world at 18 and then everyone has to go to college when they hit 30. probably throws off the whole family/marriage thing, but going to college later would allow you some time to mature and know your strengths and weaknesses a little better. talk about living in a bubble my whole life- from my small little town to my small little college, and my small little major.
last thought, i swear: 5. this is a terribly written blog post. i need to take my contacts out and go to bed so i can be productive tomorrow, but first i have to see lola and iron the husband's shirt (usually his job since i burn either myself or the clothing, but he was exhausted tonight-- wish me luck!!)
Adorable LBD- every girl needs one she feels fabulous in (and of course pumps to match).
ReplyDeleteI can't agree more on how much easier it is to decide a path once you've tested the waters. Who knows what they want at 18? Or maybe some do.. I'm just not that predictable (or consistent).. and neither are you lol.
Injuries? You seem to have been dealing with that plaguing ankle forever. Do you own a jump stretch band? That seems to reduce the ankle injuries of the kids I coach quite a bit. And yes, for a long time I lived in a world of chipped hip bones, broken arms, scars, callused hands, and sprained everything lol. Time heals all. (and a helpful hubby)
I laughed and commented (to myself) so many times throughout your blog that I forget all the actual comments i was going to leave. Bottom line is that you need to keep writing because you're really good at it.
ReplyDeleteI agree with you about the whole school thing- in terms of people not knowing what they wanted to do. When I picked up my studio art major, for all of three semesters, I LOVED it but (as you mentioned) college just really isn't all that flexible... so many requirements and stuff.
I do want to affirm, however, that you are GLORIOUSLY young and I hope that you are in no way putting yourself in an age limit box here... the only thing that should be restricting you at this point is another black dress : )